NovelEnglishChapter 2009
Exhausted by the journey, all the group wanted was a respite. Sanctuary was just up ahead. If they could cross
the bridge that was less than 40 yards away, then they could reach it, and yet standing before them was a
hurdle nigh impossible to overcome. An army of one thousand stood before them, blocking the bridge. Even
during their peak, not even they were confident they could charge through this army, let alone now when they
were all exhausted.
The bespectacled man in the lead cup to them with a smile. "You must be Mr. Matthew Larson." He had one
hand behind his back and a phone in his other. After he had compared the photo to Matthew, the man nodded.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Larson. | am... Ah, apologies, but a future leader like you does not need to know my
name."
Matthew and his gang weren't answering. The man adjusted his glasses and said, "My employer has heard of
your name, and he wishes to see you. | am here on his behalf. If you have no other business to attend to, please
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Not even Matthew could fend off this man and his army. Even though he expected a great obstacle between him
and Bainbridge, he didn't expect it to be so great that it rendered them helpless. "Who is your employer, and
what business does he have with me?"
The man just shook his head with a smile. "Our employer likes to lay low and forbids us from telling anyone
anything about him. We do not know why he wishes to see you. Oh, and it's getting late. If we get there too late,
he might be upset. Do please cooperate with us." The man spoke politely yet imperiously.
But that got on the crown prince's nerves. "| say we cut the crap and kick this sissy's *ss! Then we charge
through the blockade!"
But before he could do anything, Freya had already placed her blade on the man's throat. "Out of our way or
die."
Her intent to murder was clear. If the man said no, Freya would cut his head off. However, even in the face of
death, the man was still not fazed. Instead, his lackeys started roaring and approaching Matthew and the gang,
but they stopped when the man raised his hand.
"Miss Green, | have shown nothing but courtesy. This is rude on your part." He lashed his right hand out and
moved away from the blade as if he was carried by a gust of wind. Because Freya was tired, she moved a lot
slower.
When she tried to pull her blade back, the man was already holding the hilt of her blade. "Calm down, young
lady. Calm down. Getting angry isn't good, don't you think?" The man turned around. Matthew knew he was no
match for this man, so he turned to Salazar, but to his dismay, Salazar also shook his head. If he was in peak
condition, he could still run even if he couldn't win, but after the long journey, Salazar's strength was almost
depleted as well. He was the best warrior out of all of them. If even he could not take the bespectacled man
down, Matthew and the gang might never cross this bridge. Matthew took a deep breath and moved ahead, his
right hand on the hilt of his blade. Over the course of the journey, not once did he use his sword energy. He had
to conceal the secret that his blade was the famous Bloodreaper, but now that they were so close to entering
Bainbridge, he decided to use it.
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